O Father, by Whose Servants

Our Fa­ther

by whose serv­ants

Our house was built of old

Whose hand hath crowned her child­ren

With bless­ing ma­ni­fold

For Thine un­fail­ing mer­cies

Far-strewn along our way

With all who passed be­fore us

We praise Thy name to­day.

The change­ful years un­rest­ing

Their si­lent course have sped

New com­rades ev­er bring­ing

In com­rades’ steps to tread;

And some are long for­got­ten

Long spent their hopes and fears;

Safe rest they in Thy keep­ing

Who chang­est not with years.

They reap not where they la­bored;

We reap what they have sown;

Our har­vest may be gar­nered

By ag­es yet unk­nown.

The days of old have dow­ered us

With gifts be­yond all praise;

Our Fa­ther

make us faith­ful

To serve the com­ing days.

Before us and be­side us

Still hold­en in Thine hand

A cloud un­seen of wit­ness

Our el­der com­rades stand:

One fa­mi­ly un­brok­en

We join

with one ac­claim

One heart

one voice up­lift­ing

To glo­ri­fy Thy name.